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Empyrean Emporium
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Verdant fields of money
And streets paved with gold
Palaces beyond the empires
Since kids we were told
We were so surely told
Angels of color with platinum hair
Playing their quaint mandolins with no care
Visions of Sonny, of course, no Cher,
Such is the bless'd state we're in in there
And we row, row, row, row, row, row, row
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Mansions built of trees from the moon in the Nile
Built by the arms of a lone crocodile
They throw their bodies out into the pouring rain
And inside here we are happy again
Fountains of shimmering, glistening foam,
Mountains of silver and chocolate your home,
Where do you go when there's no place to roam?
You had better have money and money and gold,
Or,
...it won't be Heaven
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go but up up up up up up up
From the ground
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go but up up up up up up up
Ruby-covered emeralds from which rings are shorn
Glimmering and fancy, the houses they adorn
Eighty-five wine bottles and fifty-five friends
The water turns to women and the fun never ends
You're dead but you're gone in a house made of gold,
That is what we have always been told
But-I-Stubbed-My-Toe-On-Metal-And-That-Could-Have-Happened-Before...
Keep going over until it's all yours
Leave your canteen 'cause the maid does your chores
When you see you have all that you need:
You want more
Run with your sister
Run with the church
Run ’round the pale-tailed bird on the perch
Sleep so your eyes can never be closed,
Nobody really knows
And He said:
That is of the earth
That is not of me
Here all is One
There is no family
These are not things of Heaven
These are things of the earth
Up here in the Heaven
These things have no worth
*Crash!*, *bang!*, *greem!*
Went the dream, went the dream
*Crash!*, *bang!*, *greem!*
Went the dream, went the dream
But they told me it was houses of gold
But they told me it was houses of gold
Surely they said it was houses of pure gold
And they said that the streets are made of 24 karat solid gold
They told me!
The houses are gold...
...They are, aren't they?
*Crash!*, *bang!*, *greem!*
Went the dream, went the dream
*Crash!*, *bang!*, *greem!*
Went the dream, went the dream
Once upon a time there was a little lost princess
The little lost princess came from a lost little home
The lost little home was so lost that the little lost princess lost her lost little home
And the little lost princess was all alone
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